![]() The book of timeA Poem by Rod![]() another poem on an empty afternoon![]() The Book of Time I’ve lived an entire array of afternoons Wandering into despair Going down the spiral of time Becoming one with the night Where the clocks rule faith And we watch our dreams Rise and fade away With the first rays of morning light When poets find their naked minds And look into the eyes of loneliness To once again open the book of time And go through yet another day © 2016 Rod |
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Added on November 1, 2016 Last Updated on November 1, 2016 |